The gamble paid off because Wanda was very impressed. She had a vague notion as to how his teleporting worked, with travel through his dimension of hell to get from one place to another. While Wanda would have been interested in seeing Hell, the stroll through a frozen moment of time was still nothing short of fascinating. Pausing for a moment she resisted the urge to try and touch one of the suspended people but Daimon urged her forward and she followed him. She felt a pang of regret at having to leave the stilled scene, until she laid eyes on the tableau created by the lakeside manor against a winter's night sky.
Wanda had wanted to see this place for ages and it certainly didn't disappoint. Daimon's home was like something out of a gothic novel. Standing hand in hand in the garden she turned a grateful smile on him. Even though Wanda was aware that every bit of this was calculated to appeal to her, she couldn't help but find it romantic. The rose cinched it. Daimon knew what she liked. Taking the proffered flower, she slipped past the butler into the foyer. "This is lovely, thank you for bringing me," she said to Daimon and turned to wrap her arms around his neck and pull him close for a kiss.